Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 228

Susan looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted me to look."

"I... I forgot to bring the sketches," Camilla lied, a flush creeping up her neck. "I'll take some pictures and send them to you when I get home."

Once she returned from Susan's atelier, Camilla snapped photos of her designs and sent them to her.

After a moment's hesitation, she selected two and forwarded them to Lambert.

She added a brief text: *Mr. White, would a style like this be acceptable to you?*

The moment she hit send, she remembered he was supposed to be in a transnational meeting.

He probably wouldn't reply for hours.

Yet, the very next second, her screen lit up with his response.

Lambert: *Acceptable.*

Since he had no objections, Camilla eagerly pulled out her pens and began refining the details.

But wait... wasn't he in an important meeting? Or was he just the kind of boss who texted through board meetings?

She assumed it was the latter.

She had no idea that Lambert was currently lying flat on his back in bed.

It was barely nine o'clock, an insanely early hour for him to turn in.

He had driven straight home and stepped directly into an icy shower.

Standing under the freezing spray, just the memory of Camilla's proximity had made his blood run hot.

Overpowered by the punishing pulse of the water, he had taken care of the aching, primal need she had ignited in him.

But even after finding physical release, Lambert felt no real pleasure or satisfaction.

He hated losing control like that, but his body's violent reaction to her was completely outside his jurisdiction.

A dreadful premonition settled over him: once she finished this suit, she might sever their contact completely.

How the hell was he supposed to get close to her? How was he supposed to romance her?

He was completely out of his depth.

For the first time in his life, he found himself lying awake in bed at a ridiculously early hour, his mind spinning in chaotic circles.

That was exactly when Camilla's text came through.

He was a man who could easily command the devotion of endless women, yet here he was, hopelessly fixated on one, pure to the point of being adorable.

Faust chuckled. "See? I told you you'd need my expertise. Catheleen mentioned Camilla is designing a suit for you. Use that. Tell her you want to meet in person to discuss your 'opinions' and 'feedback' on the tailoring."

Lambert immediately saw the logic. "Thanks."

And he hung up.

Faust stared at his dead phone with a smirk. "Burning bridges the second you get what you need. Real classy."

Still, offering dating advice to Lambert White was definitely going to be a prime bragging right.

Suddenly remembering something crucial, Faust dialed him right back.

Lambert answered immediately. "Something else?"

"Just wanted to verify something with you."

"Speak."

"About Jeanette Clark..." Faust paused. "How are you handling the arranged marriage situation? That old fox from the Clark Family won't be easy to deal with."